Like Sinatra I wish I could say I’ve done it my way, but I know this is not true. I have merely been playing my part in a life drama in a prewritten script, my actions and words having been written for me long before I showed up in 1949. Like the fall falling leaves rustling noisily across highways I rustle myself being driven forward by a force at my back taking me forward. These words here were written a long time ago. I am just passing them along.
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